Ronald Stuart Thomas

(1913 - 2000 / Cardiff / Wales)

Ronald Stuart Thomas Poems

1. Forest Dwellers 2/11/2016
2. The Bright Field 2/29/2016
3. The Absence 9/16/2015
4. The Dance 12/25/2014
5. A Marriage 2/3/2015
6. Thirteen Blackbirds Looking At A Man 1/3/2003
7. The Woman 1/13/2003
8. The Old Language 1/3/2003
9. The Village 1/13/2003
10. The Dark Well 1/3/2003
11. Welsh History 1/3/2003
12. The Ancients Of The World 1/3/2003
13. Taliesin 1/3/2003
14. The Way Of It 1/3/2003
15. Album 1/13/2003
16. Ruins 1/3/2003
17. Sorry 1/13/2003
18. Poetry For Supper 1/13/2003
19. Night And Morning 1/3/2003
20. Praise 1/3/2003
21. A Welshman To Any Tourist 1/3/2003
22. Good 1/3/2003
23. Chapel Deacon 1/13/2003
24. Evans 1/13/2003
25. An Old Man 1/13/2003
26. The Cat And The Sea 1/3/2003
27. Welsh Landscape 1/13/2003
28. Here 1/3/2003
29. A Welsh Testament 1/13/2003
30. On The Farm 1/13/2003
31. Pisces 1/3/2003
32. A Blackbird Singing 1/13/2003
33. A Peasant 1/13/2003
34. Death Of A Poet 1/13/2003
35. Children's Song 1/13/2003
36. A Day In Autumn 3/21/2004
37. Ninetieth Birthday 1/13/2003

Comments about Ronald Stuart Thomas

  • Christine le Roux (11/6/2018 7:47:00 AM)

    I'm desperately looking for the poem Gifts by R. S. Thomas. It ends with: To my children/ the hunger

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  • Theresa Dowling (9/4/2011 2:15:00 PM)

    A recent discovery! A genuine Christian poet when Christian poetry has almost become extinct. Thomas is not known at all in the U.S., except by an academic here and there - he certainly isn't taught. That is our loss!

Best Poem of Ronald Stuart Thomas

Ninetieth Birthday

You go up the long track
That will take a car, but is best walked
On slow foot, noting the lichen
That writes history on the page
Of the grey rock. Trees are about you
At first, but yield to the green bracken,
The nightjars house: you can hear it spin
On warm evenings; it is still now
In the noonday heat, only the lesser
Voices sound, blue-fly and gnat
And the stream's whisper. As the road climbs,
You will pause for breath and the far sea's
Signal will flash, till you turn again
To the steep track, buttressed with cloud.

And there at the top that ...

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I am a man now.
Pass your hand over my brow.
You can feel the place where the brains grow.

I am like a tree,
From my top boughs I can see
The footprints that led up to me.

There is blood in my veins

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